Finding Home
by Nick

Dedication: To my dearest beta Alyx, how could I ever forget to thank you? I couldn't have made this half the story it is without your incredible expertise.
Series: *sigh* I dunno. Let's see how this one goes...
Pairing: Victor Creed (Sabertooth)/Mortimer Toynbee (Toad)
Disclaimers: They aren't mine, they belong to Marvel. That doesn't mean I want Toad any less...
Rating: R-ish? NC-17ish? Naughty, I guess. I hate trying to make ratings. Think m/m interaction, oral sex.
Notes: Please be kind to me, this is my first fiction ever for the X-Men movie. This is a mix of angst and schmoop. It switches points of view, but I think that's self-explanatory. I also happen to think Sabertooth is really a big pussy cat in disguise. Don't tell. :-) Toad is just cool. 'Nuff said.
Summary: Toad finds safety in a strange place...

No one left to fight. No one left to kill. Unfortunately, that left me with very little to do. Sometimes, being a small green guy just sucks.

The bitch who'd tried to kill me only managed to knock me on my ass into the water. But like any amphibian, I swam to shore and found my "land-legs". I disappeared into the borough of Manhattan. New York City, here I come!

I needed to blend in; too much had happened lately for me to really feel safe any other way. A box of dye turned my hair from green to black; long sleeved shirts and pants stolen from a shop hid my unusual skin color. (I would've simply stayed in what I was already wearing; that happened to be my favorite leather coat. Dumb blonde bitch. Thanks to the electric shock I smelled like burnt toast and everything on me was slightly brownish. It was time to get a change of attire...)

I used my tongue to tear an ATM machine in half, and suddenly I had money at my disposal. Okay, so I guess I didn't need to steal the clothes, did I? Well, a guy's got to have some kind of fun!

So, dressed and ready to go, I started for the heart of the city. I knew of a bar that served all kinds of clientele. I needed a safe place to collect my thoughts and have a few beers.

Of all the bars in New York City, who'd have thought I'd end up in the same place as fucking Sabertooth?

I didn't even see him at first. I casually walked up to the bar and sat down.

"TOAD!"

I jumped at the vehemence in his growl. It's not like he had a reason to sound so utterly pissed at me... yet...

Now, when normal people jump, they raise a few inches. Me? I put a small dent in the roof. When I landed, the bartender glared at me in such a way that I pulled back. No more fighting, I firmly reminded myself. Not with humans, not with that dumb hairball behind me.

Bloody hell. Stalling for a moment's time, I pulled a roll of bills from my pocket and slowly handed it to the bartender. Then, as soon as my heart rate was back to normal, I turned to face the only person that scared the livin' shit outta me.

"What're ya doin' here?" he growled.

"I'm just 'ere to hide out for a few days. After I was electrocuted, I figured I could use the break," I replied, unsure of what he wanted. "Yew?"

"They put Magneto in a plastic cube," he chortled. Or, at least, it sounded like chortling to me. "And the blue bitch fled the scene in an ambulance, of all things."

I took a step back from him. "Creed, we really shouldn't discuss this here. I don't want anyone to overhear; I'm not fond of small cells..."

"Ya afraid?" he asked. Then, he leaned closer to me. "Doncha wanna catch up on things, Toad?"

That's when it hit me, the smell of beer and cheap vodka on his breath. "Yew're drunk," I said, my eyes widening in disbelief. "I didn'a think yew could get drunk. How're yew drunk?"

"I've been drinkin' since yesterday," he responded, putting a shaggy paw on my shoulder. "Didn't mean ta scare ya."

I suddenly wondered what happened to the real Victor Creed, and who the pod-mutant was standing in front of me. "Huh?"

He never took his hand off me. In fact, he started rubbing it up and down my back. "I said I didn't mean ta scare ya. What's a matter, Toad? Ya smell terrified."

Calm down calm down calm down... I pasted a smile on my face. "Nothing. I'm fine."

Suddenly he released my arm and yanked on my hair. A mean feat, since I have short, spiky hair an' all. "What the fuck's wrong with ya?"

Oh God, he's gonna hit me right here. Magneto knew Creed's temperament; it was easy to let me be the outlet for his anger. I didn't mind it at first, but when the punches turned into something more... and this time, Magneto wasn't around to make him stop.

"Why'd ya fucking dye yer hair?"

"Needed a change?" I heard myself squeak.

WAIT! I'm a bad motherfucker! I don't snivel and whine! I fight back!

So I ducked out of his grasp and backed up enough so that he couldn't reach me. He looked dazed for a minute, and then started to laugh. "Come on, Toad. What're ya doin'?"

"Leaving," I snapped.

I was two steps away when he grabbed me, picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and headed to the back of the bar. "Put me down!" I protested.

I'd come to this bar for anonymity. Instead, I became the center of attention. I'd lost all my hope of hiding my mutation when I dented the roof. Why bother to hide anymore? Especially when I needed to get out of Creed's grasp...

I flicked my tongue, locked it around his ankles and pulled hard. He let out a surprised growl, tripped and fell flat on his face. I took half a second to laugh, and then ran for it. I almost made it when someone grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. "I don't think your boyfriend was done with you, freak."

It was the bartender. He'd been watching us the whole time, amused I guess. Well, get amused at this, and kicked him in the balls.

The asshole dropped like a stone and rolled on the floor in agony. I made a dash for the door again, but forget it. Creed was already on top of me. Growling, he picked me up in a fireman's carry again. "Toad, if ya don't quit tryin' ta leave, I'm gonna be eatin' frogs legs tonight. Ya get me?"

I nodded, feeling the fight go out of my body. I'd failed Magneto in the end. I'd failed the Brotherhood in the end. I let a stupid goody-goody kick my ass off a building into freezing water. It didn't really matter anymore, did it? Any way yew looked at it, I was a fuck-up. I started to shake slightly, laughing at my own stupidity. I'd come to New York City looking for a way to disappear, to fit in. What a grand delusion. If Sabertooth was dragging me to the back of the bar to kill me, fuck it all to hell then, anyway. I was gonna bloody let him.

A fucked up way for a fuck-up to end his life. How fitting.

All the fight went outta the kid's body, and he just kinda dangled in my arms. When he'd tripped me, it'd done a really good job sobering me up fast. "So, you know they rent rooms here?"

No answer. "Toad? Ya stayin' someplace?"

No answer again.

Aw, hell. What was with the silent treatment? Usually, da kid had a mouth on him but now...? He couldn't have been mad that I snapped at him. The Toad I knew would've snapped right back.

But my Toad wasn't around anyplace to be seen. Instead, this quiet, lifeless shell was in his place. I had to fix that. Fast. "So, ya wanna stay here?"

"Does it really matter what I want?"

Shit. Three days ago, our plan had been shot to hell. It seems the kid managed to get himself into a good sulk in the meantime. I got to my room, opened the door, and locked it behind me. Then, I dumped him on the bed. Dropping my cape on a table, I turned back toward him.

His fear levels spiked and he practically buried himself in the mattress in order to get away from me. I raised an eyebrow. "Toad?"

"What dew yew want wit' me?" he asked suddenly, his accent getting more defined. His gaze was aimed more at the floor than my face. "Dew yew wanna 'it me some more? Fuck me may-bay?"

Hit him? Fuck him? "Toad, what the hell are ya talkin' about?"

Before I even saw him move, he was standing on the bed, eye level to me, screaming in my face. "Don'na pretend yew don'na know! Yew want a piece o' me? Fine, try it! But yew better kill me this time, or yew'll neva see me comin' to kill yew, yew oversized ball o' fur!"

I'd never laid a hand on Toad. Screamed at him, growled at him, cursed at him, sure. But hit him? Or fuck him? "Mortimer, I never would've..."

He stood there, shaking like a leaf. Homicidal, suicidal, maybe a bit of both, but the kid was really far out of it. I didn't know anyway to snap him back to his senses but to...

He fought me at first, when I kissed him. I was bigger, and stronger, and held on tighter. I didn't let go when I came up for air; I simply wrapped my arms around him and held on. "I never hit ya, kid."

He didn't move, didn't breathe. His entire body was as stiff as a board, except for the slight tremble of his frame. "Yes, yew did," he whispered near my ear. "yew'd hold me down an' hit me an'..."

I put a finger over his mouth. "I wouldn't do that to ya, Toad. But, if you'll let me make a guess here, I think I know who would've."

It was nerve-wracking seconds before he relaxed in my grip. "Talk," he said, quietly.

"Magneto was concerned most about the mission, right? He was completely focused on it. He wanted us to be completely focused too. Which means, that if you were afraid of me or hated me, you wouldn't stop to help me if I needed ya. You'd keep going, complete the task given to ya."

"Okay, say that's true. So yew beat me and fucked me for the sake of the mission?"

His eyes were burning furiously into mine, and I shook my head. "Yer a dense kid, Toad. I wouldn't trick ya like that. But there was another so loyal to Magneto and the mission, remember? Someone who coulda looked a lot like me..."

"Mystique," he said, catching on. "But why should I believe yew? How dew I know yew're not just fuckin' wit' my head?"

I chuckled. "Toad, if I didn't like ya, ya really think you'd be alive after calling me a ball of fer?"

I couldn't take it anymore. He cared about me. He hadn't hit me. He hadn't ever fucked me before...

My legs gave out on me and I sank to the bed. I buried my head in my arms and was surprised to feel wetness on my cheeks. I hadn't cried in years, so I guess I was long overdue.

I was even more surprised when Creed sat on the bed next to me, stroking my head in an effort to soothe. I heard him say my name a few times, but I couldn't look at him. I was too embarrassed.

He didn't care. He forced my chin up with his fingers. Instead of laughing or growling he asked, "Are ya gonna be all right?"

"Dunno," I replied sullenly.

He didn't respond, just kept running his fingers through my hair. "I think I liked it better green," he murmured.

"I wanted to blend in," I replied. "I didn't want to look like a freak."

"I dunno, kid. I like ya kinda freaky."

I laughed at that, and it made me hiccup. "I'm so tired of killing, of hurting. Sometimes, I just get tired of living."

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of killing," he said. "But sometimes, when they look at me funny cause they know I'm a mutant, I think bein' dead would be easier, too."

I could hardly believe I was sitting in a seedy motel room having a heart-to-heart with Victor Creed. It got even more surreal when he tugged me closer to him. "So, kid. Ya gonna be okay at least for now?"

I nodded. I liked it when he called me kid, and I told him so. He gave me what I could only assume was a smile and ruffled my hair. But the ruffling turned into petting. He finally gave up all pretenses of reassuring me and yanked me into his lap. "Toad..."

I knew what he wanted; I had the same sense of smell he did. "Yes."

He blinked. "Yes?"

"Yes."

He rolled over so that I was on my back, his huge body looming over me. He lowered his mouth until it was inches from mine and growled, "Yes?"

"Yes."

The word was barely out of my mouth before he was in it, his tongue touching mine and flicking over my teeth. His hands, meanwhile, were slicing my boot laces apart and heading for my pants. "Wait!" I cried, pulling my head back.

He stopped. "What?"

"These are my only clothes," I replied.

He smiled (I think) again and his hands went to the button on my pants. Ever so carefully, he undid the fly. "Lift," he instructed, and I raised my hips.

The rest of my clothes went in the same fashion, each piece tossed to a different corner of the room. Only when I was naked did he pull back and inspect me. I felt like a dissection waiting to happen - literally.

"Ya got a great body."

I snorted and he swatted my leg. "I mean it."

He drew his fingertips up and over my stomach. "Look atcha. Perfect stomach, nothing but abs and pecs."

His fingers moved higher, up and over my arms. "Defined biceps , and strength in 'em ta lift a bus."

The rough pads of his fingers were swiftly turning all my nerve endings to goo. "I neva knew yew could be such a romantic."

God, was that really my voice?

He leaned over and licked my stomach. "Just shut yer yap and enjoy everything I'm gonna do to ya, kid."

Like I could argue with that.

I'd always wondered if he was green everywhere. He was, from his hair to his toes. Ya know, I'd really have ta talk ta him about the hair...

Later. I wanted to make him scream for me now. I licked his chest again, lovin' the fact that it was hairless. His dark greenish tits stood out slightly, begging for my touch. I flicked them both and quickly moved on, lovin' the way he bucked and twisted beneath me. His hands came up to grasp my shoulders, but I shook them off. Gently, I took his hands into mine and placed them by his sides. He fixed them on the bed, tangling the sheets. "Don't let go," I growled at him.

He knotted the sheets in his fingers tighter and moaned as I flicked his tits again. But this time, he stayed still.

Satisfied, I moved off him. He made a noise in protest. "Hush."

He settled. I started stroking his calves and the backs of his knees. He let out a small yelp and jerked away. "Ticklish?"

"Yeah."

I started touching him again, trying hard not to tickle. His legs were as hairless as his chest; the only hair he grew was on his head. Even his balls were as smooth as a baby's ass. I rolled them around in my hand, squeezing slightly, hearing him mewl happily. It was a great sound. "Make that noise again."

"I can't just do it on command," he ground out between clenched teeth.

I rolled his balls again. He mewled. I grinned. "Bastard," he groused.

THAT sounded more like the Toad I knew. "Do ya think I could bring ya off just like this?"

He whimpered. "Do ya think ya can come from me squeezing yer balls?" I asked again.

"Please...don'na tease me..."

He needed to come; I could tell by his scent, the wild look in his eyes. (The fact that he was begging helped, too.) I took pity on him and urged his legs apart with my other hand.

He spread for me like a two-bit whore, and I took advantage of it. I kept rolling his balls around, then leaned forward between his legs. He squealed as I touched my tongue to his puckered hole.

I chuckled and speared my tongue between his cheeks, never stopping my assault on his balls. It only took me two licks before he stiffened and came, screaming my name.

And while he lay panting on the bed, I grinned and licked him clean.

It took me a few minutes to realize he was still completely dressed. "Cre... Victor?"

He growled, still probing the slit of my spent dick. I shivered, his rough tongue now feeling more painful than pleasurable. "Victor?"

He finally stopped, and looked at me. I suddenly hoped he wouldn't pound me into the dirt for using his first name. "That was..." I started.

"Great?"

He was so smug, but I couldn't deny it. "Yeah. But yew're still dressed."

He got up and stripped bare, then stretched next to me again. Within seconds, he had a blanket over us.

I was confused. "Don'na yew wanna fuck me?" I asked, hesitantly.

He spooned his huge body around mine. "Tomorrow. Or the next day. Tonight was yers."

"There's a tomorrow?"

I felt my face flush when he looked at me. "There's a tomorrow as long as ya want one, kid."

I couldn't stop the huge grin that spread across my face. I snuggled back into him. "Oh. Okay."

"Ya just gotta do one thing."

"What?"

"Dye yer hair back?"

I giggled. It seemed that Victor Creed had a kink about my hair. "Okay."

I'd come to New York City to find a place to feel safe. To disappear into. A place to call home.

It seems I'd found it after all.

The End